Xu Huang's body is like a mountain that is difficult to climb, cutting off the connection between Ma Teng and Zhang Yu, and he hides Zhang Yu tightly and will never be easily exposed in front of others.

Zhang Yu knew that the man in front of him was loyal and protective of himself, but this kind of protection was a bit too much, and he was not a child anymore.

The child playfully tugged at the general's belt, climbed over the mountain in front of him, and came to Ma Teng again.

First, he pretended to be very angry and glared at Xu Huang, which made Xu Huang's heart feel a little cold, but fortunately, this stare reminded him of what the young master had explained to him not long ago.

Next, the disobedient child told a big lie to Ma Teng again,

"General Ma is not strange, don't look at this person's five big and three coarse, inside and outside the city of Luoyang, countless yellow scarves are all under his command."

This lie scared Ma Teng a lot, and without waiting for Zhang Yu to finish speaking, he grabbed Zhang Yu and protected him strictly behind him, just like Xu Huang did before.

The soldiers behind him knew Ma Teng's intentions, and they wanted to take up the knife and capture the king of thieves, and they also cared about the yellow turban before they evacuated, and they were still near this mountain.

Where would Xu Huang let his young master be snatched away, his fists were clenched, and he roared, losing his calm.

Zhang Yu felt deeply helpless about the two irritable generals in front of him, can't he sit down and talk calmly, compared to me, a child.

Breaking free of Ma Teng's big hand, Zhang Yu jumped and came to the two powder kegs again, raised his little hand, stopped the two people, and his tone was extremely helpless,

"Two generals, listen to me first! Luckily? ”

"Childe." Xu Huang refused to give up.

"Xiao Yu." Ma Teng didn't want to stop either.

"Mo Yan, listen!"

Zhang Yu thinks that his storytelling ability is first-class, not to mention that he has already told this story once, but he has changed the protagonist.

It was the group of yellow turbans that saved the Son of Heaven, and the people in Luoyang City were also the same group of yellow scarves, and Liu Xie, the only yellow scarf that the Son of Heaven could rely on now.

The story is still the beautiful story that Zhang Yu made up.

Zhang Yu spoke neatly, but Ma Teng was terrified when he heard it, just like Cai Yong that night.

Fortunately, this time Zhang Yu was smarter and didn't shake out Liu Xie's involvement in danger, if this Ma Teng knew, he wouldn't have to copy the family and Cao **?

Now is not the time.

Soon, Zhang Yu finished telling the whole story, looked up at Ma Teng, saw that his eyes were dull, and he didn't know if he had listened to it.

Try to ask Ma Teng,

"General, Yu's words, is it clear?"

Ma Teng replied without hesitation,

"Clear."

"Then why is the general in such a posture, speechless, and not making a statement?"

Ma Teng raised his head slightly, looking at the real moon in the sky, and he questioned,

"It's clear, but I don't believe it."

"The general doesn't believe Zhang Yu? Or do you not believe Lord Cai Zhonglang? ”

"I don't believe in the yellow scarf!"

In Ma Teng's eyes, the yellow scarf is a false cloud covering the crescent moon, which cannot be touched or trusted.

It's not just Matten, that's the consensus of most people.

This is not to blame Ma Teng, who would want to trust this group of thieves who disturb the world?

Zhang Yu can't argue with who let this be the truth of hypocrisy.

He stopped the angry Xu Huang, and sighed softly, when and when can he justify the name of the Yellow Turban, they really shouldn't bear the infamy of the world.

"General Ma, you trust the Son of Heaven."

"Faith, for the courtiers, do not doubt the king!"

"Okay, the general will follow me to see the Son of Heaven, and after the meeting, believe it or not, the general will introspect himself."

Without giving Ma Teng a chance to answer, Zhang Yu turned around, took Xu Huang's hand, and walked in the dark night, his heart yearning for light.

"General Xu, let's go back quickly, I'm hungry, and if I get home late, I'm afraid that Xiao Ling'er will solve my share."

Rubbing his belly, pitiful, really like a child.

Xu Huang didn't say much, took Zhang Yu's hand, and walked on the way back.

The path of the young master is his own way, and protecting his own left and right is responsibility, loyalty, and affection.

"Father, what shall we do?"

Ma Chao looked at the two people in front of him holding small hands, for some reason, there was always an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and he couldn't tell what it was.

"Father, what should we do next?"

Ma Teng carefully unloaded the burden on his body and opened it carefully, and there was only a piece of clothing that was too rotten to be rotten, and a tattered letter with illegible handwriting.

Ma Teng read it carefully, one time was not enough, and then looked at one side, and after three times, he patiently wrapped the letter and hid it in his arms.

Cai Zhonglang's letters are in his arms,

Han Tianzi's clothes are in hand,

The imperial capital Luoyang is in front,

Ma Yuanshou is loyal to his heart.

The clouds and mist no longer obscured the moon in the sky, and when the moonlight fell, Ma Teng finally found his own light, the light that he should not forget.

Resolutely, he opened his mouth and ordered,

"The whole army obeys the order, and follow the predecessors, and march to Luoyang!"

As a soldier, he naturally did not dare to disobey the order,

"Yes!"

Zhang Yu heard the uniform shouts behind him, and then there were bursts of footsteps crushing the fallen leaves, he finally put his mind at ease, Ma Teng, Ma Chao, you finally came to Luoyang!

Live up to expectations, when the plan is fulfilled.

"General Xu, where did our horse stop just now, hurry up and ride back to the city."

Well? Could it be that the young master finally figured out that the yellow turban was incompatible with the Han army, and he wanted to get rid of this group of annoying people behind him.

Such a thought made Xu Huang's unhappy mood also brighter, and this was the decision that the young master of the Yellow Turban should have.

"Young master, and the subordinates are on their backs, I'll run faster!"

"Okay, hurry up!"

Abominable Ma Teng, let you hurt my mood, this time I want you to suffer and exercise hard!

How to come, how to walk, on the forest path, I saw this fierce man running wildly, and the happy cunning boy on his back.

"General, those two are running fast, how is it good?"

"If they run, won't we run, catch up! Don't lose it. ”

"Yes!"

In the forest at night, on the outskirts of Luoyang, a good scene of chasing was staged without warning, the wild birds in the forest laughed when they saw it, and the grass saw it mocking.

"General, they're on the horse!"

"How?!"

Ma Teng gasped and looked forward, and the war horse carried the two of them away.

"Zhang Yu's nephew, go slowly, wait a while!"

In the distance, the children's voices are melodious, accompanied by a few children's innocent laughter,

"General Ma hurry up and keep up, it's late, there will be no dinner to fill your stomach, the matter is urgent, Yu has to take the first step!"

"Father, let's keep up, Chao'er is hungry."

Ma Teng glared at Ma Chao, turned around and ordered, ordered the whole army to hurry up and follow, and he was the first to rush out.

Ma Chao was stunned for a while, and he didn't know why his father was glaring at me, he was indeed hungry, rubbing his stomach, it made an ugly cooing sound, and helplessly followed the army to run and march.

This night, Ma Teng, who was tired into mud, really met Cai Yong and Liu Xie, the son of heaven, in Luoyang, as expected, and he reluctantly accepted the story made up by Zhang Yu.

Ma Chao couldn't eat a bite of food until late at night, so he could only endure hunger and reluctantly stay outside the study.

Zhang Yu is also pitiful, but he didn't expect Xiao Ling'er to really eat her share, which made him angry, but fortunately, his mother made some snacks, and he was not hungry.

Zhang Yu held the dim sum in his hand, walked and ate in the yard, looking for the figure of an unscrupulous girl all the way, found it, see if I don't teach you a lesson!